It's just after 9am. The cafe is getting itself ready for the day. Deliveries are being made and received, good mornings are exchanged and business meetings are starting at the communal tables. People are lining up for their morning takeaways, while some people sit back and sip their purring coffee, watching everything unfold before them.
Just like last time I found the staff very polite and hospitable. They know what they're doing.
Last time I had an excellent Costa Rican cold drip coffee, this time I opted for an espresso and a filter coffee, both satisfying and impressive. And oh yes, I was sure to engage myself with their food this time around. Let us continue...
Espresso. Single origin. Guatamala La Travesia. Complex flavours of sweet caramel and bittersweet chocolate washed up on my tongue. Pangs of citrus acidity did a tango across my palate while the delicious and firm body stood its ground and watched everything from the sidelines. This is the kind of espresso you need on a morning with weather like this, unexpected but not uncommon.
It's the middle of Summer. It is 12 degrees and it is raining. Soft jazz notes wafted from the stereo's speakers, wherever they were hiding. The tangent waves of rain peaked and dipped across the street, showing to us the waves of the wind, the wind taking shape in the rain, like the invisible man being revealed by a sheet thrown over his body.
I returned here like I said I would, I hope you have at least come here once.